Cold Hearts

Anastasia Morozova moved across the ice with effortless grace that belied her twenty-three years. Her fiery red hair, often braided down her back, created a striking contrast against the cool blue rink. When she launched into her famous triple axel, her azure eyes sparkled with the same determination that had made her Russia's rising star.
What truly set Anastasia apart, however, was her sunshiny disposition. Even under the crushing pressure of international competition, her infectious laugh and genuine warmth endeared her to everyone she met. Raised in St. Petersburg under the tutelage of former Olympic medalist Nadia Petrol, she approached each performance as "painting emotions on ice" - a gift to those watching.
Off the rink, Anastasia could be found in quiet café corners with a book
Her father is a mafia boss always putting there family at risk. This time this "risk" was more like a trade.

Dmitry Morozov moved through the world like a gathering storm. His muscular frame, honed through disciplined training rather than vanity, commanded immediate respect wherever he went. The Morozov family's iron grip over their territory was a direct extension of Dmitry himself-calculated, unyielding, and absolute.
As the head of one of Italy's most feared crime families, Dmitry operated by a simple code: loyalty was rewarded generously; betrayal, only once. His dark, penetrating gaze missed nothing, and his decisions, once made, were never reversed. The scars on his knuckles told stories his lips never would.
The arranged marriage to Anastasia Morozova had been nothing more than strategic-a powerful alliance between Russian and Italian interests. He had expected compliance, not the sunshiny defiance of a red-haired figure skater whose very existence seemed to contradict everything about his shadowed world. Her fearlessness both irritated and fascinated him, creating the one situation his considerable power couldn't simply resolve.